After the banquet dispersed, it was already nightfall. After arranging the more than 20 people in Baihu Village, Zi Nu returned to her residence surrounded by ruins with tipsy steps.
Among the messy ruins, Yang Ming was sitting on the steps in front of the room holding Xue Nu, looking at the black clouds flowing in the sky under the reflection of the moonlight, his mind wandering to nowhere.
"Yang Ming, what are you thinking about?" Zi Nu walked up to Yang Ming, leaned down and brought her pretty drunken face to Yang Ming's. Her lips looked increasingly red under the influence of the wine.
Between opening and closing, there is a very special smell, an aroma that is a mixture of purple girl's breath and alcohol, an aroma that shakes Yang Ming's mind.
"What else can you think about? Of course you are thinking about beautiful things." Yang Ming moved his eyes slightly upward and looked at the charming face in front of him.
"Can't you tell? You are still the general of the Qin State, a proper disciple of our family. I really found a treasure this time." Zi Nu took advantage of the situation and came to Yang Ming's side. The soft flesh on the edge of her plump buttocks rubbed against Yang Ming.
It passed under Yang Ming's ribs and touched the heartstrings under Yang Ming's ribs.
"Who am I to be your son? My unfortunate old father is still buried in Wu'an County of Zhao State." Yang Ming sneered.
"That's amazing. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy to get help from the people in Baihu Village. It's really an unexpected surprise." Zi Nu let out a long breath of alcohol, and in the cold winter night,
A stream of white air appeared in front of Zi Nu. This woman, who had drank a few more drinks because she was happy, placed her fingers between the white air and moved gently, adding a bit more dignity and charm to her.
Naughty.
"Besides, it's much better than me." Zi Nu said and couldn't help but sigh, not knowing what she thought of.
"When it comes to family background, our little Snow Girl is the best." As Yang Ming spoke, he dragged the Snow Girl's armpits with his hands and lifted her high.
"Yuki-onna?" Zi Nu said in surprise. Of course she could tell that Yuki-onna's background was good. After all, it was impossible for a little girl of Yuki-onna's age to be raised by such a beautiful family.
"If the real daughter of Zhao Guozong had been born a hundred years earlier, she would have been the proper princess of Zhao Guo." Yang Ming looked at Xue Nu's eyes that were flustered and somewhat expectant because she was lifted high up by him.
"Really?" Zi Nu said inexplicably.
"Who doesn't have a story of their own? It's just that this story has meaning for us." Yang Ming saw the look of anticipation on the snow girl's face, and exerted a little force on his arms, throwing her light body towards her.
in the air.
"Be careful, no one can take care of a child like you." Seeing Yang Ming's actions, Zi Nu was so frightened that she sobered up.
The only response to Zi Nu was Xue Nu's giggles and her dancing body jumping into Yang Ming's arms.
The Snow Girl, who was being held steadily by Yang Ming, was twisting her little body in Yang Ming's arms, looking completely unfinished.
"Well, after this matter is over, what are your plans? Do you want to come back to South Korea with me?" Seeing that Yang Ming had no intention of abandoning Fei Xue Nu, Zi Nu felt a little relieved, and then asked what she had been thinking about
A question that has been going on for a long time.
"South Korea? What should I do in South Korea?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.
"So, you are going back to Qin?" Zinu regretted it when she asked the question just now.
What future can Yang Ming have if he returns to South Korea? Qin is Yang Ming's real way out. With Yang Ming's family background, it will be easy to get ahead if he returns to Qin. Coupled with Yang Ming's ability, it is not impossible to become a general in time.
Things are much more promising than going to South Korea.
"It's not going back, it's going." Yang Ming didn't notice Zi Nu's complicated thoughts, but he was minding his own answer.
"To get ahead, to regain the family status?" Although she knew that Yang Ming would not accept her invitation, when she heard that Yang Ming said he was going to Qin without any hesitation, Zi Nu still felt a sense of disappointment for no reason.
"None of them." Yang Ming said.
"What's that for?" Zi Nu asked.
"It's just to get what you want more conveniently," Yang Ming said.
"What is this statement?" Zi Nu asked curiously.
"I have no desire to avoid the world, nor do I have a state of mind in which I am neither happy with things nor sad with myself. I am a person with all five evils. I have gorgeous clothes, delicious food, valuable wine, a magnificent residence, and charming women.
Beauty, these are the things I like. If I want to get these, I must gain power, and if I want to gain power, Qin is the best choice, because Qin’s power is the most stable, at least in the 30s
It is the most stable this year." Yang Ming said.
Yang Ming is a common man who cannot bear the coldness of escaping from the world. Only the materialistic world can satisfy his desires.
"You are really..." Zi Nu rolled her eyes at Yang Ming, obviously caught off guard by Yang Ming's straightforward words.
"Tacky, right? I am a tacky person to begin with. Do people live for such a short time?" Yang Ming said with disdain, not caring about Zi Nu.
"The things you want can also be obtained in Korea." Zi Nu said, having gained a new understanding of Yang Ming's sincerity.
"South Korea? South Korea is not good. It is too weak." Yang Ming looked at Zi Nu and said. When Zi Nu's pretty face with a drunken look filled Yang Ming's sight, Yang Ming suddenly realized that the person in front of him was
Isn’t she just a charming and charming woman?
Thinking of this, Yang Ming continued: "If in the future, you meet a person who says in front of you that he wants to be ninety-nine in this world, you must throw wine in his face."
"What are you talking about?" Zi Nu was stunned by Yang Ming's inexplicable words. Are you really talking about other people, ninety-nine people in the world?
"I'm just reminding you that South Korea is too weak. The fact that it can survive until now is already due to the good deeds of its ancestors. The power gained there is just a flower in the mirror, and it will be wiped out in front of the enemy's army at any time." Yang Ming spoke.
In the meantime, Yuki-onna has been stuffed into Zi-nu's arms.
"Yuki-onna will sleep with you tonight. I have to practice hard. If I want to gain power, I must have my own strength."
"Sleep with me, just sleep with me." Zi Nu muttered, obviously very concerned about Yang Ming's inexplicable and lackluster words.
"The first posture, flowing clouds and flowing water." Over there, Yang Ming has already moved his cloud-dispelling palms. His palms are like intruding into flowing water. They move freely up and down, and have a different kind of beauty.
Light clouds gathered around Yang Ming. Driven by the palm movements, the clouds surged up and down, like a fairy. Zi Nu seemed to have walked into the room at a glance. When others were practicing, it was best not to get permission.
Don't look too closely, it's a person's secret.
Things that cannot be shared with people who are not close relatives.
With the entry of the White Tiger Village, Zi Nu has more control over the Black Wind Village. With the help of everyone in the White Tiger Village, she uses the limited time to train soldiers. She does not want the gangsters in the Black Wind Village to become elites, but only wants them to become elites.
It can increase one point of combat power before launching an attack on the barbarians.
Two days passed by in a flash, and the time agreed upon with Daliang Mountain and Longshan Village for the alliance soon came.